Lyrics:
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
l'heure
Un flow venu d'ailleurs
OG ne met pas le cœur
Il s'agit de business, entouré des meilleurs
Ici pas d'amateur
Dans la gova avec Teddy et Sly
On veut
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
J'lâche une bastos, sans forcer
Que des 6-0, sans forcer
On joue à Rolland K-Sos, sans forcer
94.0, sans forcer
Danew By Rohff, bob DT
C'est l
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
away
I have something to prove
There's ten of them
Ten marks
The plan must proceed
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E
Lost in transLation
by
Album BESE’W PRAN’M kay Dice
M’te finil m’pat soti’l
Sorry VolttaOne pou tout lòt beat yo m’pat ko kill
Ou konn lavi New York
Game nan chanje, this shit
93'Zoo écusson, héritage des rues sombres
Dans la cave un uzi bébé m'fais surtout pas d'suçons
Possédé par Biggie, Bob Marley, Alain Souchon
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
loser but I'm calling yo bluff
You been acting a little to tuff
But I keep that on the D L hush hush
You trying to hard no rush
While I'm picking up
"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You
chemistry
Creating pure bars like their methamphetamine
Rappers say to get on their level so I gotta skydive
Spit a 16 swiftly then I dip like a drive by
of mischief
Made an album so raw the way you just had to get it, every track explicit
I figured those of you who was in love with rap would listen
And tell
lacin lyrical legacy
Lightin L's, loudly loungin livin large like Luther
Loadin long Lugers lethally lullabying losers
(M!) Maneuvers, made
Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate
Haus ist Martin, der langsamer als der Tunnel Staus ist
Reim für uns, die wirken wie die Siebziger
Alles wird freier und spritziger und Bob Marley
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